Luyện nghe bài hát Nappy Heads (Remix) *

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on
And if you're busy, I mind takin'
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee around the way

Yo, hey, nappy
Yo,
got there?
Hah, I got some of lyrical

Well, I'm a y'all
Well, I'm a y'all

You battle swing I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams I write the horror flick of King
Cling to false also those say ock
I got of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera

Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock 'cuz I love
If you live by the sword you be die by the gun
'Cuz all guys tell lies and girls commits it
I was ordered to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' 'A Few Good Men'

Assassination on the kid from the
I never play the soap opera but now I'm a General
Condition critical, spirit over who's the
So if I die, me at the funeral

I'll fly away, ohh, with a mic in my hand
To a land only God knows me
And the Angels write raps on holy
I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he take the escalator
One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be
My sister'd be there, my be there

So, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday?
And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee around de way

I don't so I always got my breath
had to battle with a bullet proof vest
They call me cock but I, still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri 'cuz I'm nah from the West

No disrespect to the West, true
I it to the East, the East is the seed
To see that them days back, yo and Hot Tracks
to Mr. Magic, things are gettin' tragic

Now we on some new stuff, I feared the Ku Kluk
My own clan is actin' up, I blame it on the blunt
Whatcha gonna do, are actin' ooohhh
Hill is gettin' fed up, yo the coporate at?

A Three Piece Suit
Check the roots, Girbauds and Timberland boots
Nah, that's the serpents and them garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand of nappy roots
I feel a Jones' down, yo I

I got the to make the chitty, bang, bang
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the head bang
No I, got hte to make the chitty, bang, bang
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the heads bang

Yo, Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday
And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee round de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
heads in the zone and we're not goin' home

Hey, yo a is a battle but a battle's not a battle
if it's doesn't rattle
'Cuz my style's as old as a
As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new

So follow me to the land of Abraham
This land's your land, land's my land
The blacker the black man, the the next man
Yo, nappy heads need to check they necks for red

I, feel injection, put the to your skin reality's
You maintain to put a negro in you used to diss me
"Oh you hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't wrong, snap your head to the song

Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful
But what the hell was so 'bout cotton in the farm
Mr. Man

The harder they come, the they fall, so come one come all
Don't or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked drawer for the count who drops
You on a kid from the boondocks

Out of Motorville land of the ill
Viking so you know I'm top rankin' Phil
Some say who comin' like the but save the rumor
I've been rockin' ever since eighty two
When I to rock my Pumas

Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a Libra
Yes, yes, yes, I'm a Libra y'all
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a y'all
Oh, co'mon, well I'm a y'all

Yo Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de Fugee comin' around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home!

Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse Fugee around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
heads in the zone and we're not goin' home

I wear my at night
To spy on my girlfriend, right
dancin', romancin', freakin' at night
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,

I my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend, right
They dancin', romancin', at night
Say, Lisa could I get a date on Friday